Selfie
Mantis girl, all legs and arms,
a mess of open wounds. Too
many mouths open, too many
blank eyes. Femina juvenilia.
A pink heap in front of a secret
room, filled with stuffies and
unread words. No story, just
strings, your body opened like
a bruised pet. You are a shell,
painted but not understood.
You have failed to be immortal.
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